Sunday, 27 July 2014

For
the past week I’ve been enjoying a free summer holiday in the form of a luxury
cruise. I’ve never felt so like an
ancient Wandering Sophist. I’m literally speechifying for my supper.The cruise is a cashless reward for delivering
homilies about the history of the sites we are visiting. I love emitting 50
minutes’ worth of opinions on matters which I personally find so exciting. The
audience, who are not young, often seem asleep. But I refuse to be
disheartened.

Xenophon WOZ HERE

In
TRABZON, ancient TRAPEZOS, we relived the route taken by Xenophon and his
surviving Ten Thousand when they first caught sight of the waves and yelled
“The sea, the sea!”Docking in Georgia,
as Jason and the Argonauts did in about 1275 BC, I was stunned by the trees and
fresh breezes of Medea’s homeland; looming over the horizon is the Caucasian
ridge where Prometheus was chained.

OVID DIDN'T LIKE IT HERE

In
Constanta, Romania, we admired the statue of the poet Ovid, exiled there in 8
AD for mysterious crimes including poetry glamorizing adultery; now in northern
Greece, besides the super-ostentatious tombs of Macedonian aristocrats, we
shall be visiting Philippi. It was on this battlefield that the Roman Republic
effectively met its shambolic end in 42 BC.

OCTAVIAN's MEN v. BRUTUS

The
army of Mark Antony and Octavian (who pulled a cynical sickie and avoided
combat) decimated Brutus’ legions. Brutus provided William Shakespeare with
some of his best rhetorical opportunities in Julius
Caesar, the most politically complex play in world literature. I may have to do some declaiming
in the ancient theatre of Philippi.

Our
last port of call will be the island of Lemnos, scene of Jason’s first romantic
liaison with Queen Hypsipyle, and, more grimly, a sizable slave market. But I shall be looking for the
cave where the archer Philoctetes,horrifically
wounded in the leg, spent most of the Trojan War in solitary agony. Sophocles’ Philoctetes is the most morally complex play in world literature.
I am about to visit the place of its actual setting. This is as good as it
gets.

Friday, 18 July 2014

I've just spent 2 surreal days in Hissarlik, north-west Turkey, generally believed to be ancient Troy. I was telling a great cameraman where the Wooden Horse, IF historical, MIGHT CONCEIVABLY have been dragged inside, in ABOUT the 13th century BCE.

Star of forthcoming TV Show

Everything in Trojan War Studies depends on the sound represented in our alphabet by the letter "w". Bronze Age Ilium/Ilion is better called Wilion. (W)ilion/Troy was known to its eastern neighbours, the Hittites, as WILUSA. But between 1300 and Homer the Greeks forgot the sound "w". The lost sound is known as digamma and represented by the symbol ϝ.

Cafe at Troy with Hittite Name

When "w" went missing, the word for wine, woinos, started to be pronouned oinos. The word for king, wanax, started to be pronounced anax instead. Etc. We must assume the existence of this sound to make sense of the metre of Homer's epic Iliad (or Wiliad). This means that the poem must include verses composed much earlier than Homer (operating in the 8th century BCE) and possibly composed as early as the 13th century BCE. On this rests almost the entire the argument that the Iliad, or parts of it, put us in direct contact with the reality of Bronze Age Troy.

TURKISH PM REVIVES DIGAMMA!

But my great discovery this week is that the sound "w" has resurfaced in western Turkey after three millennia! The Prime Minister (and aspiring President) Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has his name pronounced ErdoWAN. He has another strong connection with the Bronze Age,and that is in his attitudes to women. He has recently said that all Turkish women should be producing three children, and that a woman without a headscarf is equivalent to "a house without curtains"

The lost letter of the Greeks--digamma "w"

with producer SARAH DEAN & camera/sound TOM FOWLEY

Controlling my desire to imagine ErdoWAN with Venetian blinds crashing shut across his face, and squashing his nostrils, I took to adding "w" onto the beginning of all place-names in Turkey. Wistanbul etc. ErdoWAN lives in--ahem--Ankara.

Friday, 11 July 2014

In an unusual ancient Greek poem, a
peasant farmer called Lysixenos honours ‘Wheat-Crowned Demeter’, goddess of all
things arable, by dedicating in her temple the tools of his trade: his sickle, his plough-share, which 'loves the Earth', and his
‘three-pronged wooden pitchforks’ (Greek Anthology 6.104). Lysixenos has become disabled through a life of hard labour, and yet remains grateful to the goddess. But at some point in
the 16th century, the pitchfork began to symbolise something less humble: the wrath of the revolutionary peasant.

Cassandra of Seattle Super-Rich

Seattle Venture Capitalist Nick Hanauer, who claims
prophetic status in the form of an unusual ‘intuition about what will happen in the future’ has just
announced, ‘I SEE PITCHFORKS’. Not merely pitchforks, but ‘revolutionaries and
crazies, the ones with the pitchforks’, who will endanger the fortunes and the
very lives of the American super-rich.

The ‘pitchfork’ admonition comes in an article (in
Politico magazine) addressed to ‘My Fellow Zillionaires’. Not being sure what a
zillionaire is, I read on.A zillionaire
is a ‘.01%er’, anyone like Hanauer ‘with a life that the other 99.99 percent of
Americans can’t even imagine. Multiple homes, my own plane, etc., etc.’

Primed to loathe Hanauer, I found myself
intrigued.Maybe he is so clear-sighted
because he is a Philosophy graduate (from Washington University,
Seattle--critics of the economic utility of Humanities please
take note). I have not yet discovered whether Hanauer studied much Plato and
Aristotle, whose works on political science would certainly have warned him
about the dangers of extreme inequality.

Revolting Peasants with pitchforks, mattocks etc

His article is a non-apologetic capitalist
plutocrat’s plea for his class to do something quickly about the rich/poor
divide: ‘inequality is at historically high levels and getting worse every day…
Unless our policies change dramatically..we will be back to late 18th-century
France. Before the revolution. And so I have a message for my fellow filthy
rich, for all of us who live in our gated bubble worlds: Wake up, people. It
won’t last.’

Julio González 'Peasant with large pitchfork'

I am not convinced Hanauer is correct. People can be
downtrodden for centuries before they realise there is any alternative, as the pious but disabled Lysixenos proves. It can take more
centuries before they do anything about it. Cynically, I also wonder
whether Hanauer’s political gestures are not just more shrewd
money-making ventures: as if all his investments in Amazon etc. were not
lucrative enough, his 2007 The True Patriot, co-authored with Eric Liu, is a
bestseller.

Grant Wood, 'American Gothic'

But my real problem is with his anachronistic ‘pitchfork’ image.
If and when the poor of the USA do decide that Enough is Enough, they will
struggle to find any pitchforks, which have long been rendered obsolete by
mechanical harvesting and baling machines. The US poor now work in service
industries rather than in producing anything useful like cereal products.
Firearms, makeshift gasoline bombs and boiling oil, from deep-fat fryers in fast-food outlets, seem much
more likely to me.